"Ugh! That annoying perv! It's bad enough that I have to deal with the regular jerks at school, but I should at least be allowed some privacy in my own home! Is that too much to ask for?! I swear, if I catch that creep at it one more time, it'll take more than the police to pry me off of him!" Izumi fumed; eyes narrowed as she practically stomped down the sidewalk.
No, no- those were bad thoughts. Izumi slowed her pace, letting out a long-suffering sigh. Violence was bad, and just because she was an expert kickboxer, that didn't mean she should use those skills on those who didn't deserve it. As annoying as Shujin Kou could be, she'd at least give him some small credit for never doing anything worse than ogling her. Not like some of the disgusting creeps she'd run into every now and then who'd try and cop a feel. Those were the kind of guys she wouldn't hesitate to beat down.
Of course, peeking on her changing while she was in her own home was absolutely NOT okay. She'd teach him a lesson he wouldn't forget if she caught him doing it again. Hopefully, he'd wise up though. She couldn't control who stared and who didn't, and she was well aware that her body would be drawing perverted, amazed, or jealous looks all her life, but she should at least be able to set some ground rules with her neighbor.
The worst part was that this wasn't even the first time she'd caught him doing it. This time was simply the straw that broke the camel's back. She shouldn't have had to put up with it once, and she'd allowed it to go on for far too long, seeing as Shujin didn't seem intent on stopping any time soon. But this morning would be the last time she was giving him a free show! Each time she realized he was peeking on her, a host of ugly, uncomfortable feelings would well up inside of her. She hadn't been asked to be born with the body she had! And while it might've sounded oxymoronic to some, she was very proud of her body- not just her breasts, in all their immense glory, but her flawless face, tall height, and long, toned legs.
Taking pride in how one looked was something that all humans enjoyed, and Izumi was no different. She just couldn't stand it when guys treated her like a slab of meat, or girls thought she was some slutty bimbo who'd gotten a really ridiculous boob job.
...Ugh.
Goddamnit.
Hopefully Shujin hadn't seen too much this morning. It stung, knowing that he'd almost certainly gotten an unobstructed view of her in her underwear, but at least she'd been smart enough to change into said underwear in her bathroom.
Hopefully, he hadn't... hadn't seen her struggles this morning.
Izumi frowned, this time more out of awkward nervousness than anger, and looked down. Just like they always had, the colossal shelf of her bosom prevented her from seeing her feet. This morning the sight before her was slightly different, though. She'd been wearing a loose, breezy sundress the day before, on Sunday when she'd gone out to pick up groceries, and on Saturday she'd spent the day at home in an old, loose t-shirt (which her breasts had long-since stretched out.)
So it had been an unwelcome surprise this morning to find that her blouse didn't fit nearly as well as it had the previous week. At first, she'd thought it had simply shrunk in the wash, but no- all of her uniform blouses fit the exact same.
Barely.
Getting the darn top to close had taken way more effort than it had the previous week, and while her blouses had felt tighter than normal all month, this was the first day where she'd actually seen visual evidence. The four undone buttons, as well as the two that were closed (but visibly strained) were evidence that she couldn't refute no matter what. If one looked hard enough, they could even see a tiny amount of her bra exposed by the gaps between the buttons!
That meant one thing, her breasts had grown again.
Now, this wasn't some cartoony, unrealistic sudden overnight growth spurt- in her thoughts, Izumi had stated that her blouse had been feeling tight all month, which meant that her breasts had probably been growing slowly for the past several weeks. Each year, she'd have a few small growth spurts, culminating in an average of two cup-sizes every year!
Izumi, despite her body being fully adult, was still 16, which meant that she still had a lot of growing left to do.
Anyways, now she was stuck having to go to school in clothes that were almost certain to get the stuck-up president of the public morals committee to yell at her. And despite how firm she'd been with Shujin earlier, she'd easily seen how hard it had been for him to tear his eyes away from her exposed cleavage. If he was any indication (and she knew he was) that was about what she could expect to face in school today.
"Izumi! Izumi!"
Oh great, and now here was the perv in question. She must've really slowed her pace if an out-of-shape loser like him had caught up to her. Even then, it clearly hadn't been easy for him, because Shujin had his hands on his knees and was panting.
"What do you want, Hentai-Kou? You'd better not have come just to bother me again!"
"N-No! Nothing like that, I swear!" Shujin mumbled, still a bit out of breath.
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Damn it, why did Izumi have to be so fast? Despite your hectic days having burned away most of the fat from your body, you still weren't athletic by any means. Still, you'd been able to catch up to her in the end. That had to count for something.
Catching up to her had only been step one of your plan- now that you'd accomplished it came step two, and step two was the hard part.
Getting her to accept your apology to her.
Hopefully she'd be willing to hear you out- when the two of you had parted, she'd seemed seconds away from knocking your head off!
"I'll ask again, Hentai-Kou. What do you want? If you're here to waste my time, then I'm going to leave. You aren't worth my time."
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Izumi willing to give you a chance to apologize?
1) Yep. You're probably only going to get one chance to make up for yourself, so you'd better make it count.
2) Nope. She brushes you aside and continues on her way. You might be screwed.
No, no- those were bad thoughts. Izumi slowed her pace, letting out a long-suffering sigh. Violence was bad, and just because she was an expert kickboxer, that didn't mean she should use those skills on those who didn't deserve it. As annoying as Shujin Kou could be, she'd at least give him some small credit for never doing anything worse than ogling her. Not like some of the disgusting creeps she'd run into every now and then who'd try and cop a feel. Those were the kind of guys she wouldn't hesitate to beat down.
Of course, peeking on her changing while she was in her own home was absolutely NOT okay. She'd teach him a lesson he wouldn't forget if she caught him doing it again. Hopefully, he'd wise up though. She couldn't control who stared and who didn't, and she was well aware that her body would be drawing perverted, amazed, or jealous looks all her life, but she should at least be able to set some ground rules with her neighbor.
The worst part was that this wasn't even the first time she'd caught him doing it. This time was simply the straw that broke the camel's back. She shouldn't have had to put up with it once, and she'd allowed it to go on for far too long, seeing as Shujin didn't seem intent on stopping any time soon. But this morning would be the last time she was giving him a free show! Each time she realized he was peeking on her, a host of ugly, uncomfortable feelings would well up inside of her. She hadn't been asked to be born with the body she had! And while it might've sounded oxymoronic to some, she was very proud of her body- not just her breasts, in all their immense glory, but her flawless face, tall height, and long, toned legs.
Taking pride in how one looked was something that all humans enjoyed, and Izumi was no different. She just couldn't stand it when guys treated her like a slab of meat, or girls thought she was some slutty bimbo who'd gotten a really ridiculous boob job.
...Ugh.
Goddamnit.
Hopefully Shujin hadn't seen too much this morning. It stung, knowing that he'd almost certainly gotten an unobstructed view of her in her underwear, but at least she'd been smart enough to change into said underwear in her bathroom.
Hopefully, he hadn't... hadn't seen her struggles this morning.
Izumi frowned, this time more out of awkward nervousness than anger, and looked down. Just like they always had, the colossal shelf of her bosom prevented her from seeing her feet. This morning the sight before her was slightly different, though. She'd been wearing a loose, breezy sundress the day before, on Sunday when she'd gone out to pick up groceries, and on Saturday she'd spent the day at home in an old, loose t-shirt (which her breasts had long-since stretched out.)
So it had been an unwelcome surprise this morning to find that her blouse didn't fit nearly as well as it had the previous week. At first, she'd thought it had simply shrunk in the wash, but no- all of her uniform blouses fit the exact same.
Barely.
Getting the darn top to close had taken way more effort than it had the previous week, and while her blouses had felt tighter than normal all month, this was the first day where she'd actually seen visual evidence. The four undone buttons, as well as the two that were closed (but visibly strained) were evidence that she couldn't refute no matter what. If one looked hard enough, they could even see a tiny amount of her bra exposed by the gaps between the buttons!
That meant one thing, her breasts had grown again.
Now, this wasn't some cartoony, unrealistic sudden overnight growth spurt- in her thoughts, Izumi had stated that her blouse had been feeling tight all month, which meant that her breasts had probably been growing slowly for the past several weeks. Each year, she'd have a few small growth spurts, culminating in an average of two cup-sizes every year!
Izumi, despite her body being fully adult, was still 16, which meant that she still had a lot of growing left to do.
Anyways, now she was stuck having to go to school in clothes that were almost certain to get the stuck-up president of the public morals committee to yell at her. And despite how firm she'd been with Shujin earlier, she'd easily seen how hard it had been for him to tear his eyes away from her exposed cleavage. If he was any indication (and she knew he was) that was about what she could expect to face in school today.
"Izumi! Izumi!"
Oh great, and now here was the perv in question. She must've really slowed her pace if an out-of-shape loser like him had caught up to her. Even then, it clearly hadn't been easy for him, because Shujin had his hands on his knees and was panting.
"What do you want, Hentai-Kou? You'd better not have come just to bother me again!"
"N-No! Nothing like that, I swear!" Shujin mumbled, still a bit out of breath.
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Damn it, why did Izumi have to be so fast? Despite your hectic days having burned away most of the fat from your body, you still weren't athletic by any means. Still, you'd been able to catch up to her in the end. That had to count for something.
Catching up to her had only been step one of your plan- now that you'd accomplished it came step two, and step two was the hard part.
Getting her to accept your apology to her.
Hopefully she'd be willing to hear you out- when the two of you had parted, she'd seemed seconds away from knocking your head off!
"I'll ask again, Hentai-Kou. What do you want? If you're here to waste my time, then I'm going to leave. You aren't worth my time."
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Izumi willing to give you a chance to apologize?
1) Yep. You're probably only going to get one chance to make up for yourself, so you'd better make it count.
2) Nope. She brushes you aside and continues on her way. You might be screwed.
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